as a star collapsed and died 
in a corner of the sky 
we were facing eye to eye 
with the burning of a million dreams 

there outside with all the noise 
children playin with their toys 
from the dyin of an evening sun 

the burning 

helicopter buzzing sound 
a warm wind in a quiet town 
does it have to be so loud 
they were killin all the tourist trade 

the burning